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Why?
We sat at the table, our families around. We all were so happy, our feet touched the ground. But then you got up, and walked towards me. I always wondered what the purpose would be. You picked up my plate, turned it round and round. Then suddenly you threw it, smashed on the ground. And now I still wonder why it happened to me. I did nothing wrong, I wish you would see.
Published 7th May 2012
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